From Darkness to Light: My Journey Battling Depression

There was a time in my life when every breath felt heavy, and every day seemed like a mountain I had no strength to climb. Depression wasn’t just a phase for me—it was a constant companion that whispered self-doubt and fear into my ears. But this isn’t a story about giving in. This is a story of rising again. From darkness to light.

My Childhood Struggles: The Seed of Insecurity

I grew up as a fat girl. And in a world where body image dictates worth for so many, I was often the target of teasing, judgment, and rejection. I couldn’t play like other kids. I longed to run, to dance, to enjoy the freedom of movement, but my weight held me back—not just physically, but emotionally.

This body shaming didn’t just affect my confidence—it quietly eroded my spirit. I became shy, withdrawn, and unsure of my place in the world. It felt like I was living behind a curtain, watching life happen without really being part of it.

Pain Upon Pain: Losing My Father and Facing Unimaginable Challenges

As I entered adulthood, life had more storms in store. My father—a man I deeply loved—was battling diabetes and heart disease. I lived in constant fear of losing him. And then came more heartbreak: both of my elder brother’s children were diagnosed with a rare genetic condition. They couldn’t walk, sit, or eat without help. Doctors told us they wouldn’t survive beyond the age of 12.

I became their caretaker. Feeding them, comforting them, spending long weeks in hospital rooms. It was emotionally and physically exhausting. And just when I thought I couldn’t handle more, my beloved father passed away in 2014. My world shattered. Depression returned with more force than ever before. I truly thought my life had ended.

The Turning Point: Becoming the Support My Family Needed

But in those moments of despair, a voice inside whispered, “You are still needed.” My brother was carrying the weight of the world. I decided I would be his shoulder. I couldn't let myself fall apart.

I started taking care of myself—physically and emotionally. I focused on my self-grooming, lost weight, and gradually built a stronger version of me. And then I met the love of my life. He became my light in a world filled with shadows. He loved not only me, but cared for my family as his own. Through his love, I rediscovered my worth and strength.

When Life Breaks You Again... and Again

But just as things started to brighten, life struck again. My nephew and niece both passed away. Soon after, my mother also left this world. I felt broken—angry at God, bitter at fate. Every time I saw someone laugh with their parents or talk about family, it felt like salt in a wound that never closed.

But over time, I came to understand something deeply spiritual: everything in life is temporary, even the pain. I stopped asking "Why me?" and started saying, "What now?" I chose to live. For myself. For the people I love. For the memory of those I’ve lost.

The Gift After the Storm

Today, I am a wife to a wonderful husband and a mother to two beautiful daughters. I laugh more. I live more. I cherish every moment, because I’ve seen how fragile life can be. I haven’t forgotten my parents or the children we lost—how could I? They are a part of my soul. But I’ve accepted that life moves forward, and we must move with it.

God is the best planner. He took me through fire, only to purify me into someone stronger, more grateful, and more alive than I ever was.

To You, Reading This

If you’re going through a dark time—if life feels too heavy or cruel—I want you to know this:

After every hardship, there truly is ease. Don’t give up. Chin up. Life is still beautiful. 🌸